Imagine you’re hunkered down at a grave, silently paying your respects. Fellow mourners are nearby. When a hand grabs your wrist you don’t immediately assume it has come from beneath you, but rather beside or above you, from someone alive.

And then you hear the voice. “Act natural until they’ve gone.”

What do you do? Shriek and leap away? Raise your eyebrows in stoic curiosity? Feel the first stages of a heart attack? How are they talking to you? Does the owner of the hand know it’s you? What do they want? Whatever they say next what will you do with that information?

Scary, thought provoking shit, right?

Get writing!

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